Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude,
With not her either beauty’s equal or
Her injury’s, looks off by both horns of shore,
Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon’s food.
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This is one of my 10 fav poems of all time. He did it right. Right on, GMH!
Gerard Manley Hopkins using subtle crystal clear images and words weaves a picture of the maiden overwrought with grief. There is an inner strain of sadness and tragedy that rises to the surface and is revealed in a very poignant way in the poem.